It was a taboo line my gut told me the two of them had never crossed before.

I never imagined when I joined Bound that I’d ever be this tightly entangled. Through the unlikely event we would ever meet, the mistrust, the hatred, the mockery, and the scorn…we still found our way here.

Together.

Addicted.

Irrevocable.

One.

Houston released a strangle grunt when he was finally balls deep and lodged inside of me. Breathing hard, he held himself there as he strained not to come and end this too soon.

“Okay?” Rich asked me.

In his voice, I could hear that it had taken all of his energy to form those two syllables.

“I-I don’t know if I can do this,” I told him honestly. It was hard just to breath. “I feel so full.”

Jericho wordlessly lifted his head and began kissing my lips. “He’s going to move now,” he warned me as his hand caressed my thighs. “It’s going to feel like you can’t handle it, but you’re going to take it anyway, aren’t you?”

Deciding I liked this forceful side of Jericho as much as the sweet side, I eagerly nodded. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” After kissing me once more, he dropped his head back on the bed and at an angle that told me how good this all felt.

The moment he did, Houston pulled back only to shove his hips against mine. I could feel their cocks sliding together inside my pussy when he did it again and kept going.

He began pounding me.

With a single-minded intent, he gave and took until the sounds I made became so frantic and wild and irrational that I was outright wailing.

I was saying unintelligible things. I apologized for wrongdoings I hadn’t committed yet and made promises I don’t know if I would ever be able to keep. I would give Houston anything just to make him understand how mindless he’d driven me.

He kept going.

He didn’t stop fucking me as if he’ll die without me.

I kept my legs spread and my cunt upright as an offering to the immortal rock god.

My reward was another soul-shattering, back-arching orgasm that made the two of them gasp and moan as I strangle their cocks together, making an impossibly tight fit even tighter.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Rich barked, and I could feel his dick begin to swell inside me.

“Come for me,” Houston tells him as he picked up his pace.

Because the truth was he was fucking his best friend as much as he was fucking me. There were no degrees of separation, with the two of them stuffed together inside my pussy.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla and berries. As they mixed and combined, the aroma was almost familiar. However, there was an element missing that kept me from identifying the source and finally uncovering the emotion.

I cried my frustration even as I came again.

Houston showed his appreciation with a hand wrapped around my throat as he lifted my upper body. He hammered my pussy, keeping me in place as he stared down at Rich, who still hadn’t come yet.

“Fucking give it to me, Noble.”

I felt Rich grip my hair from behind, arching my neck, and no longer still as he joined in and fucked me from below.

I’m caught between the two of them as they try to dominate one another.

Another wave of the berries and vanilla wash over me, and I spread myself wider to let them have their way with me.

“Shit, baby, I—”

Rich didn’t get to say more.

His body stiffened as his grip on my hair tightened.

Knowing he’d won also sent Houston over the edge, and together, they flooded my pussy with their cum.

I don’t know how long we stayed there, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room before Houston carefully pulled away before dropping to the far side of the bed.

Just as gently, Jericho lifted me off him and placed me between them.

We continued trying to catch our breath for another moment or two before Rich found the strength to leave the bed and the room. He came back five minutes later with a warm cloth that he used to clean me, something I should have grown used to them doing by now but hadn’t.

Houston disappeared next, and when he returned, he was wearing sweats. Picking me up from the bed, he carried me to the bathroom across the dark hall that was pretty impressive for a guest bath. As I peed, I contemplated a shower before deciding that I was much too sore and exhausted to manage it.

I’ll do it in the morning.

When we returned to the bedroom, Rich was wearing shorts and lying in bed, waiting. I immediately snuggled next to him with a smile that he rewarded with his tongue and his lips as Houston got into the bed and pressed into me from behind. As soon as Rich was done, Houston turned me over to face him so that he could have his turn kissing me goodnight while Jericho spooned me from behind.

Once again, I was wondering where the hell Loren was as berries and vanilla mixed.

I wouldn’t be able to sleep without him here as well, though neither Houston nor Rich seemed to feel the same.

Rich was out first, snoring loudly while Houston’s breathing began to slow.

Soon, I’m left alone with my thoughts and the memory of what took place in this bed until ten minutes later, when I finally heard footsteps. The bedroom door opened, and I watched as Loren made his way over to the bed dressed in nothing but black boxer briefs.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, he tilted his head as he scanned me, Houston, and finally, Rich, before his eyes narrowed on me. “Tell me they didn’t do what I think they did.”

Rich, suddenly awake, lifted his head from my shoulder to grumble a response at Loren. “No one told you to take an hour-long shower the first night we bring our girl home, princess.” He then returned his face to my neck while Loren joined us on the bed.

He didn’t speak again until he was settled on his back next to Houston with his hands clasped behind his head. “You owe me.”

I didn’t realize he had directed his statement to me until his eyes cut my way in warning when I didn’t immediately agree.

Of course.

Rich had already fallen asleep again, and Houston hadn’t stirred.

Untangling myself from between them, I climbed over Houston to straddle Loren’s waist. His hands immediately found my ass, and then our lips crashed together.

We kissed like it had been years and we’d crossed an endless ocean, fought bloody battles, and weathered countless storms just to see each other again.

Once again, my senses tried to convince me that I was running through a meadow, so I greedily and purposely inhaled the clean scent of Loren’s soap. Recalling that he said he preferred it so that it didn’t clash with his cologne, I sighed my unyielding affection.

That was something my bossy brute and persnickety princess had in common. Houston and Loren were both obsessed with details, though for different reasons.

I still hadn’t found Rich’s flaw yet.

Reaching behind me, I wrestled Loren’s cock free of his boxers and began stroking his thick length until his breathing turned heavy, and he was lifting his hips and fucking my fist.

I didn’t think twice before positioning him at my swollen entrance.

I was already wet for him.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Braxton Fawn.”

Loren was gazing up at me in awe while Houston and Rich slept soundly next to us. Slowly sinking down his cock—sore, abused pussy, and all—I held his endless gaze as I rocked my hips and began to ride him.

“And you’ll never meet another, so don’t blow it.”

The four of us stood on the parapet just before noon the next day. After showing her our home studio, this was the last stop of the tour we’d given Braxton of the house.

At the moment, we were silently, but not quite patiently, waiting for her to break free from her private thoughts. She was admiring one of the creepy-ass gargoyles, a winged-demon with his mouth gaped open, that we kept instead of swapping them out for modern gutters. We’d decided we wanted to keep the integrity of the architecture as well as the rainwater away.

“Did you know that grotesques were used by the clergy in medieval times to inspire fear in their parishioners?” she inquired casually. Learning what we did about her history, I knew there was nothing casual about her question. “I read they were used to remind the people what awaited them if they were sent to hell.” Shrugging, she bent over the low wall, bracing her forearms on top of the stone barrier as she gazed out at the forest. I didn’t realize I was staring at her ass poked out in those tiny shorts she’d put on for the occasion until she spoke again. “Considering how superstitious everyone was back then, churches had no problem keeping attendance up.”